Serpent Lake amar

and i yours.

she cooed with affection, soft songbird laughter bubbling up in her throat. somewhere in the background she recalled the priest.

his presence by the water.

you brought along the sheepish we'eb. but this was not said with distaste, a sudden observation more than anything else. are you hoping to hear his prayers still continue even away from akashingo?

mischief twinkled in her eyes.